I really need to commit these hours to memory so I quit wasting trips to the library. I'm hoping that writing down the hours here will help. But maybe I should find a blackboard and do lines à la Bart Simpson. Essentially what I need to remember is that unless I want to browse with the hordes on Saturdays, I must time my trips for Mon.–Wed. evenings after work.

I turned in my last set of library books on Thursday after work, and of course they were closed so I couldn't check out more books. And of course I am going through serious reading withdrawals now. On top of that I received a notice from the library around 6 last night (after they closed) that a book I have on hold is available for pick-up. And they're closed today, so I must wait.

Sure, I could re-read my favorite blogs. But like me, most of my favorite bloggers haven't been posting as often as they used to, and let's face it, it typically takes 5–10 minutes to read a blog post and I want a book. A cohesive story that I can read for an hour or more at a time.

Anyhow.

I experimented for lunch today and I really liked it—sweet potato oven fries and an open faced idunnowhattocallit sandwich.

It's a seeded sourdough bread with a homemade hummus spread, sliced orange bell peppers, sliced avocado, and provolone cheese that I tossed under the broiler. MMMmmm

Thursday, February 25, 2010

So I tried a new hair stylist on my way home from work last night. I'd actually been to her once before about 3 years ago and remembered that she had done a good job then. So I didn't really have anything in mind when I made the appointment other than I desperately needed a haircut (it's been about 9 months since the last cut). So we talked about what I was looking for and I told her I was willing to try something new as long as I could still pull it back for exercising and could keep it out of my face during the day at work.

When I looked at the floor as I was leaving it looked like a whole other head of hair was laying there.

It looked cute when she styled it, but the ends were doing this funky flippy thing by the time I got home. Oh, and the horror I woke up to this morning when I spotted my bedhead in the mirror.

After the cut I wandered to Target for cotton swabs and moisturizer and then to Trader Joe's where I found these:

Gee, those would have been handy to have the other day. I love pomegranates and I love dark chocolate, so these should be pretty darned good when I get around to opening them.

Okay, I need to go try to do something with this hair. Here's what the stylist had done:

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

So the weather forecast for last weekend was one day of sun and one day of rain. Scoob and I thought we would go for a walk at Coyote Hills Parks near our house, but the sunny day never came. And we never left the house. I do want to get out and take some pictures while the cherry and plum trees are still blooming and the fields are filled with mustard.

Our sun finally arrived on Monday but of course I couldn't tell from my windowless corner cubicle. Today was a soft spring-like rain as I was leaving for the office this morning followed by buckets for the evening commute. It took nearly 2 hours to get home tonight. Blech. Though I did stop and pick up Scoob's birthday present on the way home tonight. (His birthday is on Thursday.)

Still selling books and still going to the post office nearly every day. I did get to skip it this morning though. I finally finished Traveling with Pomegranateslast night. I've only been at it for what, 6 weeks? Sheesh. And I loved it. Unfortunately I only finished 2 of the 4 books I checked out and now I can't renew them any more. boo hoo

Today was cramptastic. Can someone please tell me how it can possibly be that time again. It didn't exactly catch me unaware, but seriously, didn't we just do this? And of course my work day was filled with little annoyances to really test my self control and make the day complete. Though I don't really think it will be complete until I find some friggin' chocolate!

You know I'm sitting here doing a mental inventory of the entire house—I think there's one square of a Trader Joe's dark chocolate bar in the fridge, a tin with a couple pieces of Christmas fudge, and a packet of hot cocoa mix. It's a pisser that I don't really like fudge all that much. But I guess it'll do. Now if there were some brownies in the house, then we'd be talking. Of course if there were brownies in the the house we wouldn't be talking because I'd be too busy stuffing one in my face to even type.

Scoob just reminded me that it's Tuesday and Lost is coming on and ohmygod I have to go. Bye.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

It's Valentine's here at the Wayward house and I stayed up late last night getting Scoob's surprise ready. And I do mean late. Scoob didn't go to bed until 2 am (next year I need to remember to slip him a benedryl). It's not like it was a huge production but still, starting at 2 am is not good.

I had checked Scoob's wish list to see what he wanted and all he had marked were more movies and video games. We've got enough of those in the house already thankyouverymuch, and besides, they're soooo impersonal. So I decided to go the sappy sentimental route this year and find some quasi-creative homemade way to let him know how much he means to me.

The first thing he saw this morning when he got up was a card on the floor just outside the bedroom door followed by a trail of hearts with dark chocolate goodies on each one.

The trail led him to his bathroom where he found this:

Not much, I know, but it's how I feel about him and believe me, it actually took some planning and sneaking to put together—I had been cutting out paper hearts for several nights after he went to bed.

Yesterday Scoob and I spent the day in Santa Clara and treated ourselves to lunch and dinner, went to see Avatar in 3D (finally—so awesome) and Scoob got me a shiny new iPhone.

Somebody clearly made out like a bandit in this scenario—he gives me cool technology, and in return I give him paper hearts and chocolate. Though in trade, I'll be taking over the paying of the cell phone bill since the iPhone requires the addition of unlimited data to our calling plan—an extra $30/mo.

I spent some time hemming and hawing about whether or not to do this. I mean seriously, that's $360 a year that could be spent on something else. In the end I decided it was worth it and that I really would use the smart phone features. I had the iTouch before this and I liked what I was able to do with it, unfortunately much of it's extra functionality was dependent on an open wi-fi connection that I could piggyback on. The iPhone will first look for an open wi-fi, but if none is available will hop on the AT&T network.

And considering the fact that I've been working on the iPhone app development team at work, it really does behoove me to actually use one. Now excuse me, I've got to find some cool time wasting apps…

Saturday, February 13, 2010

So Scoob was puttering away in the garage last weekend and when I went down to see how he was doing, I noticed another box of books at the bottom of a stack of boxes. He said he'd dig it out so I could go through it later.

Turns out there were three more boxes of books down there. Three! Plus the two I'd already pulled up from the garage. Plus all the books out on shelves. I had no idea I had been hanging on to so many books. So I spent a good chunk of time last weekend getting those books up for sale at Amazon.

With all the books I have listed, I've been selling one or more a day for the past few weeks and I've become something a regular at the post office—media mail with confirmation, please. I'm like that customer who came through the McDonald's drive-thru every weekday morning and ordered a sausage biscuit and small coffee, one cream, two sugars.

Oh, but that's not where the similarity ends, no sir. First let me say this, the folks that work at the local post office are friendly, courteous, efficient (as much as any government employee can be, anyhow), and I'm usually in and out in 10 minutes or so. Okay, that said, they're driving me batty!

I've been in there everyday for the last 2½ weeks for the same thing each time. And yet it never fails, if a package is light enough to ship first class, they always ask if I want to send it first class. Of course I want to send it first class… that would be exactly why I stood in line and asked to send it by media mail.

Makes perfect sense to me—yes, won't you please let me give you more money for something I don't need or want, and didn't ask for. And it totally reminds of trying to upsell at McDonald's—if the customer ordered a value meal, you always asked if they wanted to super size it.

Then, when we're about to finish the transaction, the teller always asks me if I want to buy some stamps. It doesn't matter which teller I get, it's always the same—do you want any stamps?

I guess I was learning some real-world life skills during all those years at McDonald's. Good enough for government work, anyhow.